Since I haven’t any willpower myself … having, I suppose, held my breath for too long, from fear of the loss of it and at the same time, willing Obama into office … and then, when election day came and went in way less than the time it should have taken …limp rag. I are a limp rag, or perhaps more pointedly, what’s left of my psyche. My own little, okay, not-inconsiderable will-to-power. Shreds.
Not that I shall achieve public power in this lifetime, which is to say, widespread recognition. And naturally, as a severely neglected girl and wife (one buys into the other, doncha know) this is the One Hunger. The one I thought I always wanted .., and thought and thought and thought. Ten or twelve years ago, I was so on-the-brink it ain’t funny.
Then someone took my brink away. What happened? That’s what I want to know, too. But I’ll tell you one outcome of that beautiful rug, pulled out from under me: I have had to weigh What Life Means …when you haven’t any external tickets counted up. (And no, the links to this blog wouldn’t feed a mouse.)
Oh. You thought I was going to tell some answers.
What I can do, in this strange and listless state is point to this remarkable sea-change ol’ Mer’s been going through—it changes a man,to become a father … it brings out character.
Merlin writes: “What makes you feel less bored soon makes you into an addict. What makes you feel less vulnerable … turns you into a dick. And the things that are meant to make you feel more connected today often turn out to be insubstantial time sinks …
Don’t get me wrong. Gumming the edges of popular culture and occasionally rolling the results into a wicked spitball has a noble tradition that includes the best work of of Voltaire, Dorothy Parker, Oscar Wilde … There’s nothing wrong with fucking shit up every single day. But you have to bring some art to it. Not just typing.
What worries me are the consequences of a diet comprised mostly of fake-connectedness, make-believe insight, and unedited first drafts of everything. I think it’s making us small.
How small children do inspire. I find this next very endearing ,,,
I have no plan to stop making dick jokes or to swear off ragging people who clearly have it coming to them. It’s just that it’s important to me to make world-class dick jokes and to rag the worthy in a way that no one is expecting.
A-fuckin’-men, bro.
